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Skins

Of change

By Katie Published 3 years ago 1 min read
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The snake sheds it’s skin,

starting fresh yet older, the same yet different.

So too can we throw off the cloak

we have woven,

so tight against our skin it becomes us.

The threads that hold it together,

threads of doubt, of hatred,

of greed and aberrance.

Petty thoughts that grow stronger with age.

Yet we can cast it off.

We can start the day new,

we can outgrow that cloak, that skin.

Fresh yet older, wiser.

Cast aside that cloak.

It doesn’t fit.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Katie

Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.

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